By Original Work
Woke up %s pain in my heart,
We groaning by the dirty 4th street,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each burden on my back shares a story,
Of lonesome heart and more,
The lowdown jailhouse holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through loved one gone we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though sorrow deep may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And good-for-nothing fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For aching bones gather there,
Where old downtown meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So searching and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest prays every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We play our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and rest with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 81 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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